My generation: we've forgotten how to speak
We slur, war paint splashed on our faces, ready,
wide-eyed for what comes..the rebellion, the plague, the apocalypse
My generation hums through tongue bitten teeth,
hissing lies upon layers upon lies
We beat the war drums without a cause, mistaking anger for passion
and curses for prayers
At dawn, we lay down our spears, panting,
the damp crisp air shocks our lungs,
first breaths